So here’s the thing – I don’t typically do resolutions. Or pick one word for the new year. 

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I clean my house. I try to arrange some kind of order back into the medicine closet. I sort through my daughter’s clothes and tidy her room. I make the boys get rid of the junk that’s accumulated under their beds.

I clean out the fridge.

I guess I’m not really a one word kind of girl. My husband can testify to that. I like ALL the words. And I use a lot of them on a daily basis.

So when I was thinking about this next year and all of us wondering and worrying what it might hold, a whole lot of words tumbled out of me. Feel free to take the ones that speak to you as your own, friends. Because you are dearly loved here and I can’t believe we’re starting year seven of our time together.

OK, here you go –

The only New Year’s Resolutions that I think are actually worth making. Repeat after me:

1. I will practice only speaking words that make souls stronger.

That goes for me, my kids, my marriage, my family, the neighbor kid who picks on my son and the annoying person in the checkout line who is holding everything up. My words matter and I want to treat them accordingly – with an awareness of the weight of their impact. I don’t want my words to crash into someone else’s life and leave a bruise. I want them to build beautiful things – to make souls stronger as Ann Voskamp says. This includes how I talk about myself. So repeat after me, “This year I won’t mutter mean things to myself.

 2. I will worry more about the weight of my impact on the world than the weight of my body on the scale.

I turned 40 this year and I’m more aware of that scale than ever before. I also started running this year because my nine-year-old invited me to join him. But still the scale fluctuates. I’m trying not to let my opinion of myself be tied to that scale. Today I went out to lunch with that same nine-year-old and asked him to share three things he liked about me – and I shared three things I liked about him.

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(If you’re following me here on Instagram I share some of these stories over there).

He started to say that I was pretty and then he caught himself and clarified, “What I mean is that I like that you’re kind, mom. I mean, how you help people. Like how you picked up that sippy cup and put it back on the stroller when no one was looking.”

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The imprint you leave on this world will always be on the lives of the people around you. The scale won’t remember you. It won’t tell stories about you or laugh at your jokes. It won’t hold your hand as you window shop at Target or laugh your way through a Mr. Bean video.

Your weight will always matter more in relationships than it does in numbers. I promise.

3. I will remember that my temper is not the boss of me, the Holy Spirit is. 

If you’ve been reading here for any length of time at all you will know that taming my temper has been one of the hardest and most unexpected elements of parenting for me. But I’m learning that temper is not an incurable disease, it’s a treatable condition and I’m treating it hard and with determined grace and frequent time outs (my own). I also discovered 10 things to do differently before I lose my temper and they are making a crazy difference.

4. In a culture of mommy wars I will choose encouragement over comparison.

What if her choices didn’t offend mine?

What if we actually accepted Jesus’ dare to, “Love one another. As I have loved you.”? What would that look like? To love another mother rather than whipping out our measuring sticks and insecurities?

Instead of judging with raised eyebrows, pursed lips and hands on hips, what if we focused on being the kind of neighbor everyone would want in the motherhood. These winding, confusing streets that are desperate for good Samaritans willing to treat the lost, aching, broken, confused mothers kindly.

We can be hard as perfectly manicured nails on one another. What if we instead we really did, “Go and do the same,” as Jesus commanded? What if we offered each other grace instead of guilt — and that included ourselves – the ones we sometimes beat up the worst with the mommy guilt.

What if we held up each others’s tired arms and simply said, “Me too.”

5. I will quit calling myself, “just” a mom. 

“Just a mom” doesn’t ride out the storm with her own arms as the sails and her words as the bucket that bails water out when everyone thinks they’re sinking.

“Just a mom” doesn’t always make room for one more around the table.

“Just a mom” doesn’t wake up at 1am and remember that soccer jersey that hasn’t been moved to the dryer yet.

“Just a mom” doesn’t say “no” and stick to it. “Just a mom” doesn’t say “yes” and wildly believe it.

You save lives on a daily basis. This is a fact. And this year you changed the lives of 250 orphans and vulnerable kids in South Africa.  One blog post, one reader, one $25 donation at a time.

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You provided moms a world away with a water point and laundry center, a source of food as well as sustainable income, a safe playground for their kids and a community center.

Kingdom business. Jesus work. This shaping of souls. This raising tiny humans.

There are those that say that this is ordinary. Don’t buy that for a second.

Mighty. You are mighty, because you mother.

Hold tight to those tattered words as we go into this new year friends. And with the other hand hold even tighter onto the Father God who is already there.

Mad love to you all – thank you for sharing the wild wonder of this roller coaster of a year with me.

LJ

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